# Part 1
He was furious, she was unwilling to back down. He had his future to think of. She only thought of what was right. He wanted her to just bend a little, but her strength of character was worth much more than the empty promises of the school’s heartthrob.
What can one do when logic fails. When years of hard work could be undone by a careless whisper? Unable to contain his fury he lashes out. Thrusting out his arm to block her way forward. That was all he wanted. But in his fury he couldn’t control his strength. His arm flew past mere inches from her head…
The palm stuck the wall with a resounding clap. He himself did not realize how hard he lashed out. The pain reverberating though his hand up his elbows and to his shoulders. But his face? Not an ounce of pain is shown. His self control working over time to keep her face in focus. His upper lip curling upwards slightly, in an apparent show of disdain.
For her part… She was not as disciplined. A sharp intake of breath as that palm slapped the wall mere inches from her head. The clap caused her body to tremble in a momentary fear as she glanced at his arm. The veins sticking out, the muscles taut. The shirt sleeve that had been rolled up now looking conspicuously tighter around his bicep. She never thought that he would press it this far, that he would become so physical.
Her eyes traveling up over his shoulder to meet his gaze, seeing how he looked at her, Down at her. His eyes telling her that she is at his mercy… And as strong as she is. She knows that right now. In this part of the building. She truly is helpless. She could not scream, she could not call for help before he attacked her… And the smallest part of her. That smallest part didn’t want help. That part of her wanted to see if this boy, no, this man, who was currently making her legs quiver… Could still the beating of her heart as well… And so without any conscious control, her eyes drift downwards. Over the contours of his rugged face. More manly that it had been mere moments ago. A nose as sharp as a knife, lips full… Lips red. Her lips purse involuntarily. Her body running on instinct and instinct alone.
This has not gone unnoticed either. He had seen how her breath seemed to rise and fall with much more deliberation. Emphasizing her small but still beautiful bosom. Her nose flaring ever so slightly with every exhalation. And in the midst of this it’s the sight of her nose that does it for him. That truly sends the message to his mind…. She’s beautiful. That ponytail she has behind her head. Pressed up against the wall so hard that you know she must feel some sort of pain. Her cheeks flush with a red glow of an incoming blush. Her body… Trembling. No two ways about it. It’s trembling in the presence of him. Because he knows that it is his body, it’s his actions that has brought about this change in her. How helpless she is, but still so god damn beautiful enough that he can’t help but tense every muscle in his body to control himself. And for a few seconds, both sides forget what they were arguing about. For a few seconds, They stop being students and instead become man and woman. And in that most primal of settings, he spies her pursing of her lips and where her own eyes are focused on. He knows…. That this woman is his to take…
# Part 2
Instinct takes hold of him, reason having run for the exit. His head lowering, drawn to her lips almost as if her and his lips were opposite poles of a magnet. Eyelids of both flickering, drooping down with each flicker lower and lower. The panting breaths of hers matching his own heartbeat. His breath strikes her skin with more and more force as the gap between them decreases. Now those 2 lips are mere inches away, and even in this state of being guided by instinct he still has enough presence of mind to shoot her a look. The ferocious woman he had been so verbally aggressive with mere minutes ago… now? Now she looked as stunning as any model on TV, only more so. A glow exuding from her that seemed to enhance each and every feature of hers. And that woman had her eyes closed with her lips parted. She was practically begging for his kiss. And as she so wished, she received.
Her lips first felt something wet and spongy touch them. Too embarrassed to open her eyes she tightened them instead. But at the same time. She thrust out her chest and tried to tilt her face up more, towards that feeling of human contact. Soon that feeling of wetness slid down to below her bottom lip. Her bottom lip now caught between his… At first there was a slow tease. Each pair of lips vying to grab a foothold. Her lips quickly finding that she was losing ground continuously, whereas his little by little made that gap between her lips wider and wider. Her bottom lip now fully in his control. A slight tug, a playful lick, and then a suction strong enough to startle her from her reverie of contentment to one of desire. That lip finding no quarter was to be given in this war, and it? It was just another casualty.
For a minute that seemed an eternity long those lips were locked in that embrace. Small movements aside there was peace between them. A peace broken when he pulled back his face. Startling her so much that she opened her eyes fully. But he didn’t care for those smoldering eyes, eyes that demanded he take her then and there. He was focused on her mouth. Semi open, a black hole, with the briefest of flashes of white that was her teeth… Words were not needed. He went back in, but this time… He had his tongue out.
She had wondered what he was up to, and when she saw that tongue of his poking out… All she could do was squirm her legs, trying to calm the fire raging between them and poke her own tongue out. Both of them going into this with their eyes wide open.
His tongue today was a paint brush. Her tongue is his canvas. And his mouth an oven that would bake his masterpiece and melt her heart as well. Their noses so close as to give each other Eskimo kisses with a brief tilt yet held apart. Her tongue held still and poked out to its full petite length. Her tongue like her body was not the biggest. Unlike his, which was never fully exposed. Content to do hit-and-run tactics of licking her tongue and then going back to its den. A combination attack alternating slow and long licks. Licks that teased the underside of her tongue and then just as confidently ran a race over the top of her taste buds. And when he grew tired of that. He sucked in her tongue inside his own mouth where he could give her tongue treats that she could never even conceive of. The only indication of how it felt like, the widening of her eyes and that crazed look of wanton lust contained therein. One last lick later, with a hand pressed between her small breasts, he pushes her back. Hard enough that her body that had been tilting towards him without her even realizing it struck the back wall with an audible sound. The gasp she let out only emphasizing her breasts with her body’s movements. Small they maybe… but one did not need to see inside her school uniform to know that those were delectable treats in their own right. And the faint brush his hand had with them only confirmed that belief.
# Part 3
Words were not exchanged. He made his will known with a single glance. The hand pressed against her chest applying a small downward pressure to indicate what he wanted from her. And she knew…. She knew that even more than him, this is what she wanted. To find out who this man really was, the man who had transformed her from a prim and proper girl to a full blooded woman in the span of minutes. And not just her… the quivering between her legs made it’s will plain and clear. It wanted to see it’s match. The missing puzzle piece to her sex that she had not even know she was searching for.
Sliding down against the wall, falling on her knees in a dazed state she was the picture of a slut from the porn he used to watch. So different the emotions that stirred within him. Whereas watching those videos make him desire the same control as those actors had, this real life situation only made him want to satisfy her. His hand reaching out to caress her hair. Brushing a few strands back behind her ear. A loving gesture at odds with the situation they find themselves in. But he was a man, and no matter how much love sprung up in his heart… His libido would never loosen the reins so easily. With a few quick motions his pants end up pooled around his ankles. Only a silk boxer between his manhood and her face. A face that was so close that he could see his own boxers reflected in her brown pupils. It seems like him… her mind was also fixated on one thing only… The thing hidden behind those boxers.
Never having been the most patient of women, nor a follower she did what was only natural. Gripping the sides of the boxers in her dainty little hands she pulled them down. The brush of her hands against his skin caused him to shiver despite himself, as well as make him take in quite a sharp intake of breath at her forwardness. But she didn’t notice. All her attention was on one thing. One… pretty big thing… One pretty thing. One thing that she had waited all these years for, the thing that will make her feel whole. She knows it in her bones. She knows it in her sex. This is what will make her a woman… This… Thick, veiny, circumsized cock. The head itself looking a near royal purple. The veins only lightly showing against his semi erect cock. His balls… dangling in the breeze without a care. And all around his dick and balls a well trimmed garden of pubes. Closely cropped enough to show that she was dealing with a man, but a man who took care of his appearance.
He, for his part, felt distinctly naked and all he wanted to do when the boxers first came down was to cover his dick with his hand… but he was too late. Now, given the look that she was giving his cock, if he tried to bar her from accessing it he might well have to fear for his life. His cock not even fully erect, but showing off the girth that he was embarrassed of. A dick that looked distinctly too fat for his frame, but still long enough to not look disproportionate, was something he had, secretly, always been ashamed of. But given the look of sexual hunger she was giving him. Heh, he thought to himself, perhaps it wasn’t a bad thing to have a dick that could make a woman take a double take.
One hand grips the cock. Trying in vain to encircle his member, a fool’s errand. Her small hand not even able to have her thumb and middle finger touch each other whilst holding his cock. Her eyes open up in amazement. Shooting a look at him only to see him blush, and turn his eyes away. And just like that a rush of confidence flows through her. She knows what must be done. However, why rush. Pushing that cock back up until it rests against his hard stomach she moves her head forward to the balls instead. Her tongue yet again splayed outwards. But this time, it will be he who will be teased.
At first brush it’s all he can do to stop from shuddering like he had seen a ghost. The warm wet tongue of hers sliding up his balls. Encountering little resistance, except for his own flexing of his muscles. But any chance to move back or run away preempted by the grip she had on his dick. The grip telling him that she was in control right now. That she might’ve been at his mercy but when the clothes come off… The one who has their clothes on the longest is in control. Her tongue slick with saliva coats his balls in a slippery coating. No inch of it was spared. Side to side. Top to bottom. Including… her tongue for the briefest of moments flicking against his taint before coming back up for air. This was a novice at work. He had no doubt about that. The way she had reacted to his touch. A woman who had experience would not be so demure… But… Her skill… Groaning out loud now at the expert tongue. Fighting the urge to just grip her head and force her mouth onto his dick….. His hands gripping his elbows, his nails sunk into his skin. The pain it was giving him the only link he had to sanity amidst this torture of pleasure.
She heard it. She definitely heard it. That groan, it was like music to her ears. She may hate his guts, but the fact that she was able to make him squirm in her hands like this. Pure euphoria. Deciding to up the stakes more. Drive him further into the brink, she takes one ball at a time into her mouth. Dipping it inside her mouth like her mouth contains dipping sauce for his meatballs. And once inside, she ran the gamut on him. Sucking in his balls, creating an almost vacuum seal with her lips around it. Her tongue flickering against it. And him… unable to control himself reaching out to grab her head and rock it back and forth. She was winning….
Religion had never been something he had been interested in. However today…. god was constantly on his mind, if not exactly his lips. The lips of an angel around his balls, not even in his porn had he seen this act happen. Was it depravity? Or simply her knowing his needs better than him. Because he needed this. He never knew how much he needed this till he felt it. But he was sure. That a blowjob would never be the same again. His erect cock twitching, trying to fight against her hand even as it applied more and more force to hold it still. Fuck! I can’t wait any longer… He knew that this woman would make him cum. He knew it for a certainty, as certain as he knew the sun would come up tomorrow. All he could do was make it happen in his own terms. Breaking his hands away he instead put them around her head. Gently removing it from where it had been. And instead holding it in front of the base of his cock. There he just held it. Willing her to do what he needed. Cause even at this point he was not sure if what he was doing was correct. He was afraid of hurting her….
Beholding his cock up close and personal once more, it evoked a different feeling in her. Whereas before it looked magnificent, having made this man squirm like the boy he is. She saw this cock as something cute. Something to be toyed with. Stretching out her tongue she took a slow deliberate lick from the very base of the cock to the very top. And as she reached the top she let go of his dick. Letting it fall on her face. The dick finally ending up resting on top of her eyelid. The precum had been leaking all evening, now smearing her face. She was not mad, however, this is what she wanted. His manhood.
If having your taint teased electrifying. If having your balls sucked was euphoric. Having your dick sucked for the first time… It was life affirming. The warmth of her mouth keeping his dick feeling tasty. The saliva and pre cup mixing together to form a very sticky lube. The tip of his cock… in heaven. as with a few false starts she managed to take his cock inside of her mouth. Her dainty little hands running around behind his back, ending up gripping his buttocks for stability, and then with slow rhythmic actions she took him in her. Her tongue dancing over his cock. The saliva making an unholy mess. His cock… disappearing more and more into her black hole. The passion with which she approaches this akin to that of a starving animal finding a very succulent piece of meat. A desire of unwillingness to share apparent with each suction. A look of crazed lust in her eyes whenever he managed to catch her eyes. And a satisfaction of pure bliss when she manages to inch her way a bit more closer to the base. Unfortunately…
She had not even made it past the half waypoint… She was so close, so far away. But the spray of hot cum on the back of her throat told her that this boy was not yet fully a man. Except, the sprays of cum don’t spot. Pretty soon she can’t afford to have his dick in her mouth. Sputtering she pulls back. Snot tearing down her nose. Saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. The little make up she had been wearing now smeared into her face. And inside her mouth… a mouth full of cum. His cum. Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact all the while. Even as he blushes the deepest red she had seen so far…. She gulps it down. Never breaking her eyes away from him. Letting him know what she had done. Letting him know what she’s willing to do to be his woman.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k1c7ux/school_days_a_highschool_student_hookup_written
For context I’m not a writer. I just wrote this out after a Rp session where I was asked to be more romantic less rough. :) As such my goal is to tickle your horny bone so I apologize for not much traditional build up.